So, to all of the lovely readers of my story "Just to Make Sure", I am not abandoning my story. I love you guys too much. And Alec and Magnus. I'm actually in the process of writing the next chapter. ;D
In the meantime, however, I thought I'd start something new. Kinda like a writing exercise, you know? I've always wanted to know exactly how Isabelle met Meliorn and just what went down so, I figured I'd give it a try.
I hope you guys like it!
Title: Chapter 1: Intoxicating
Characters: Izzy, Meliorn, a bit of Alec and Jace
POV: Isabelle Lightwood's
By the angel, faeries know how to have a good time. A really good time.
And, that's precisely why I'm dragging my brother along to this amazing party. He needs to have a good time for once in his life.
I'm really worried about Alec. Sure, he's a year older than me but, he's just so damn innocent and worries about everything. If he isn't worrying about me, he's worrying about Jace.
Which makes me worry about Alec and the stupidly ridiculous cycle continues.
Which reminds me of the other reason that Alec desperately needs to attend this party. Fae boys are absolutely stunning.
A little ruthless? Yeah. But, good for a week or so? You bet your ass.
I'm standing in my huge walk-in closet, trying to figure out what the hell to wear.
Faeries pull some weird crap so, I think I might wear my tailored skinny jeans. Although I look great regardless, if anything happens, it actually is a lot easier to react to things in pants rather than a skirt.
I pull the black pair onto my hips and strip out of my shirt. That's when I hear an obnoxious knock on my bedroom door, immediately followed by a creak as it swings open.
I turn around quickly, aiming a burning glare at whoever just barged in.
"Hey, Iz…" Jace starts until he realizes that I'm standing there in my jeans and a bra. "Holy hell! What are you trying to do? Blind someone?" He screams, covering his face but, not leaving.
"Jace. You're a frickin idiot. What do you want?" I turn back to my closet, trying to find the perfect shirt.
I'm not in any hurry. Jace is just my disgusting adopted brother. I couldn't care less what he sees or thinks. I'm not sure if the same can be said for Alec, though…
"I was just coming to see if you knew where my belt was?" He asks, knowing me too well to uncover his eyes. From experience, he knows that if he does, I will not hesitate to use my titanium whip.
"Why the hell would I know where your stupid belt is?" I ask, sighing. "Hey, Jace, could you do me a favor?" I don't wait for his response. "Lend Alec that blue dress shirt of yours. The Armani?" I say.
"Why should I when Alec doesn't even know what Armani is?" He asks, scoffing.
"Because it looks better on Alec, you idiot. Also, it shows off his eyes and everyone always falls in love with his eyes. Duh." I find a really tight green blouse and shrug it on.
"You can open your eyes." I tell Jace. He does, hesitantly.
"Also, he refuses to wear any of the clothes that I bought him because they're too far out of his comfort zone. Your clothes are basically Alec's style just, recently purchased." I say.
Jace caves and goes to find the shirt for Alec.
After much persuasion, I finally get Alec to wear a pair of black skinny jeans, along with the blue shirt, as well as a really nice pair of boots. I'm surprised that he even agreed with that much…
It takes us about twenty minutes to arrive at the party, which is, of course, already well underway.
"Alec, my dear brother, you will not leave my sight tonight. At all." I say, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards a few faeries that I'm familiar with.
The intoxicating music makes everything seem to make a thump thump sound that's really hard to ignore. It makes you just want to lose youself in the rhythm and beat around you. It's so disorienting.
That can be really dangerous. It's what makes it so easy to persuade mundanes, and even shadowhunters into ingesting things meant only for the fae.
Things that could very well kill them. An, sometimes, persuasion isn't even necessary.
"What? Why?" He asks, looking anxious.
"Because, you need to mingle. You'll never find a guy if you don't talk." Alec blushes and unconsciously flips his jagged hair out of his eyes.
"I… I don't need to find a guy. I'm perfectly happy as I am." He says, not sounding convincing at all.
Once we reach the group, a tall Fae boy approaches us.
He has long silver colored hair and gorgeously green eyes. Eyes like the grass. His skin is pale and almost silvery in color, as well.
I hardly get to talk to the other faeries before the Fae boy starts to speak.
"My, you are even lovelier than you were last I saw you." He says in a voice that's amazingly smooth and soft.
"I'm sorry. Do I know you?" I ask, smiling to let him know that I actually do remember who he is.
"Dear, sweet Isabelle Lightwood." He smiles.
"You can call me Izzy, elf boy." I retort. We both laugh. Alec looks exceedingly uncomfortable and kinda like he wants to yank me from the boy's side as soon as possible.
"You're Meliorn, right?" I ask, still pretending not to know. I mean, of course, he's supposed to know me.
I am, after all, the only daughter of the Lightwood's and he has to keep in touch with the Institute, right?
"Yes, Izzy. I'm Meliorn. The Seelie Queen's knight?" He says it as if he's unsure.
So, Meliorn, are you gonna ask me to dance to this weird faerie music or are you just gonna stand there ogling?" I ask, trying to break the tension. It works.
Meliorn laughs. "Of course. I just wasn't sure if you'd be interested." He responds, looking at me questioningly.
I just shrug. I don't wanna seem too eager for this boy's attention. I've dealt with pretty boys, before.
As Meliorn takes my hand, I look back at Alec, a question in my eyes. You'll be okay for a second? He just nods. I give him a look that warns him against doing anything stupid. I see him give Jace a similar look from across the room.
We have to look out for each other. All three of us. We're all different kinds of reckless.
Jace is reckless with who he sleeps with. He has been for a while now. I guess it's just who he is. Not to mention the fact that he doesn't give a damn as to whom he pisses off.
Alec is reckless with himself. Not in a self harming way but, in a put-everyone-before-myself-way. He's quick to put himself in harm's way for anyone he cares about. He'd do anything for someone he loves which is probably why he's afraid to give his heart out.
And me? Well, I'm reckless with the guys I'm with. I go out with Downworlders almost exclusively. I just kinda want to go against the stupidly strict Clave. Who are they to tell me who to be with?
Plus, Downworlders are just sexy.
My sibling and I have more than a few problems. It'd be easy to say that it's because of the absence of parents. They're always away for Clave business and have been ever since I can remember.
But, that'd be a lie.
We're all so screwed up because we try so hard to be a family. We try to parent each other, whenever possible.
One of us goes out with our boyfriend/girlfriend; the other two will be there to intimidate him or her.
One of us gets into trouble, we'll get an extensive lecture from at least another one of us.
That's just how it operates. And, you know what? It works, it really does. It works really well and we're all happy, with or without Maryse and Robert. We love each other, we're a family and it's been the three of us like that for years.
The problems occur when all of us do something wrong. There's no one to make us feel guilty. No one that's able to help. It's scary.
Alec can't lecture. I can't chastise. Jace can't scold.
And neither one of our parents are even in the country. So, we're left to deal with it ourselves.
Meliorn has stopped walking and awoken me out of my trance. He smiles with that captivating mouth of his.
I don't know how long we're there. In the middle of this vast ballroom-turned-nightclub, dancing with abandon.
The music never stops; it's on an endless reel so I can't even count the time by songs changes. They all blur together, as does everyone else in the room as Meliorn twists us around and around.
It's all of the dizziness and disorientation of getting drunk without the alcohol. This boy is absolutely intoxicating.
Our dances vary from old and classical to modern and provocative. Until, at last, we're grinding against each other.
His chest is flush against mine, every inch of our bodies touching through the fabric of our clothes.
I tilt my head up and give him just enough time to push me away. He doesn't.
I join our lips. Despite the silvery-ness of Meliorn, his touch is warm. Oh, so warm.
His lips mold to mine perfectly and he doesn't even try to make the kiss go any further. It's a really sweet kiss.
I'll have to change that.
I gently slide my tongue along his teeth, asking for an invitation. His mouth opens more and I allow my tongue to stroke his for a bit.
It isn't that I'm not getting a response; it's just that he seems to want me, and me only, to take the initiative here. He wants me to push him.
I decide not to. I mean, this is nice enough, right? For now, anyway.
I wanna see this Meliorn again. He's interesting and mysterious and I don't want to spoil anything.
Besides, all we've done is dance. I'm not even sure if I like him yet, and most likely, the bit of Vodka that I had before we left the house may be interfering with my head.
I slip my tongue back into my own mouth and I hear an absolutely delectable sound emit from his throat. It's so soft that I almost didn't hear it.
"Isabelle, Izzy. Would you like to go out with me sometime? I'd love to learn more about you in a… calmer setting." He says.
"Sure." I dig around in my bag for a second. "I press the tip of my pen into his hand, writing my cell phone number, along with my name on his hand.
The outside, too. There are far too many instances where I washed my hand, only to find the ink of some beautiful boy's pen washing down the drain, along with his number.
"I'll call you, okay?" Meliorn asks. It's just so adorable how he has to ask!
I have to admit, I love being in charge in a relationship. That's also why I could never be with another Shadowhunter. We're too demanding.
I lean up a bit, to kiss Meliorn on the cheek. He blushes under his silver countenance. God, that is just too adorable.
He's shy and a knight? I love guys that can fight.
"I'll be hearing from you later, I'm guess, gorgeous?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"Of course, Isabelle." He smiles broadly, still holding onto my hand.
"Goodnight, Elf Boy." He smiles again and I head towards the room that I'd last seen my brothers enter.
Whew! That was actually really fun to write. If you guys like it, I have a few ideas on the next chapters. It shouldn't be that long of a story, really. I might even write in Meliorn's POV, sometime.
Please, leave your reviews and suggestions! I need to know if you guys liked it! Also, what do you guys think of the title? And, yes, I do accept anonymous reviews!